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The rhythm grew frantic, their bodies moving in a desperate sync, the "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" louder, more relentless, the "QUELCH! QUELCH!" wetter, a symphony of their shared passion. It’s like a storm, and I’m in the center. Thalatha’s hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails scraping as she braced herself, her vision blurring as the pleasure pushed her to the edge of consciousness. I’m going to lose it, it’s too good. Mikhailis shifted, lifting her slightly, changing the angle so his thrusts ...
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